Unhappiness Is Other People

Unhappiness Is Other People

Unhappiness Is Other People

Someone recently asked me about moments in my life when I have felt pure happiness. I was devastated by the question. The word happiness is not part of my vocabulary, and the question of whether or not I’m happy is one I haven’t asked myself for some thirty years. Moments of happiness are few and far between, I stammered, knowing full well that I was buying time. Only a person of a certain age dares allow themselves platitudes such as: moments of happiness are few and far between. I imagine I have reached that age. Age is serving as my crutch.